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Christine took one last look in her compact mirror before pulling out of her driveway and heading for Envale District High School for the twice-a-semester PTA meeting. She had done her hair up the way her friend Emma said was most attractive on her, she had meticulously applied her makeup and put on her dress, and said a goodnight to the children and kissed her husband goodbye, not without a twinge of guilt, an hour before the meeting. She wore her pearls, passed down from her grandmother in Denmark, and she was sure to wear the dress whose color accented her soft brown eyes and whose material hugged her hips and breasts so tight as to nearly catch a scandal. Ordinarily, Christine wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble for a simple PTA Meeting, but since her old friend Emma had recently joined the PTA with her son’s arrival to High School, she had some plans for the small kaçak iddaa party after the meeting. She arrived just before the meeting started, and the only chair left available was directly across the table from Emma. Her old friend smiled at her as Christine walked into the room and took her seat. The meeting itself had little substance, merely discussions of the upcoming football tournament, and what the newly elected President Eisenhower would be doing for American schools this term. Christine stole glances at Emma whenever she thought she could get away with it, delighting in her soft, curled blond hair and full red lips. She wondered if perhaps her friend had forgotten to cross her legs, as she often did during long conversations, exposing the pretty lace panties she usually wore. When the meeting was finally over, and the punch and cake laid out, she sought Emma kaçak bahis out. She hadn’t spoken to her since they had both left High School a little over a year and a half ago. Christine had been married first, and moved to Envale for her husband’s job. After Emma married, her husband was transferred to the same company, and the couple moved just a few minutes away from Christine and her husband. “Emma! It’s so nice to see you!” Christine exclaimed. “You look so good, your hair is so perfectly done! And you were always such a good housekeeper, I’m sure your husband’s a very happy man.” Emma blushed slightly as she always did when complimented. “You look very lovely yourself, Christine. And it’s so good to see you, how have you been? It feels like High School was ages ago.” “It certainly feels like ages, Emma. I’ve been wonderful. I’m so happy you’ve moved here, I missed illegal bahis my best friend. Don’t you remember all those sleepovers we used to have? It seems like we’d talked about just everything.” Emma’s blush spread to her ears and neck, and she looked about her hastily. She recalled some of the discussions that she and Christine had had during some of their sleepovers. They spent hours comparing their bodies; breast size, the hair on their soft pussies, and even kissing techniques. Of course, it was harmless, they told themselves. Every girl played with her best friend when she was just learning about sex. After all, hadn’t Christine just started going steady with David Briggs? There was no way either of them were doing anything wrong, as long as they saved ‘it’ for their husbands. “I remember,” she muttered Christine saw the blush and knew that Emma got the hint. She decided to press a little further and see if Emma was still interested in a little experimentation. “It’s too bad I’ve got a husband now, or I’d invite you to stay the night again,” she said with a small giggle.
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